The ocean keeps swishing all over us while Lavine’s jet ski keeps dashing as fast as it could. We're relentlessly motioning forward as if we’re chasing the observant glowing moon on the horizon and its rippling reflection on the ocean. No matter how much effort Lavine makes, Clark and the others aren’t far behind. After minutes of terrifyingly thrilling moments of escaping, we finally reach a shore. Quickly, both Lavine and I hop down from the jet ski and, without glancing back, sprint across the fine-grained wet sand. Whenever the unstoppable waves hug the shoreline, they wrap around our feet and ankles then try to pull us backward. It’s as if they're restricting us from taking our leave. However, our desire to be together is fiercer than any form of strong waves any powerful ocean in the
